As an actress, Haley Kiyoko excelled at providing support to the heroine of Insidious: Chapter 3. Nicely, her portrayal of the concerned Maggie in that film paved the way for an even more important show of guidance and hope. As a popular, openly gay singer-songwriter, Kiyoko has been gratefully referred to as “Lesbian Jesus” by her enthusiastic fans who appreciate the way she has brought positive focus to alternative lifestyles in her songs.
The majority of society feels like it is living on a perilous financial ledge, as of late. Expenses rise. Salaries stay the same…or even worse, decrease. One disaster could put many of us on the streets or, perhaps even worse – back on our parents’ couches! Thus, it seems ever more important to lend a hand when we can…even if it is just a couple of dollars.
Zack Kauffman, one of the brilliantly creative minds behind Atomic Cotton, has recently incurred some major medical expenses and is need of the horror community’s assistance. He and his wife, Erica, are great people and I’m sure that even that loose change that is jingling softly in your apartment’s corners would truly help them out.
June Allyson was the girl that every G.I. wanted to marry. Her sweet presence provided a happy glow to many 1940’s musical-romances. But ever a true performer, her roles in the ‘70s showed a darker depth. She found the emotional heart of a vengeful bisexual in the Giallo style murder mystery They Only Kill Their Masters, giving the film’s final moments an understated punch. The television film The Curse of the Black Widowprovided a bit more of the fun side of horror with Allyson’s Olga getting the sticky end of an old family curse.
But even in supernatural circumstances, this Golden Age icon was always accessible. Anyone with an ounce of humanity and self doubt could definitely relate to Allyson’s sorrowful take on Just Imaginefrom Good News, one of her most popular projects.
A modern king of comedy, Eddie Murphy’s time as a nocturnal scavenger in Vampire in Brooklyn turned out to be one of his less toothy ventures in cinematic mayhem. Of course, as with many others, the uneven specters of love have perhaps haunted Murphy with more aplomb than any failed celluloid enterprise. Here, his ‘80s hit Party All The Time serves as prime evidence.
As with other funny men, Murphy has had extremely homophobic moments in his material. He apologized in 1996 for comments about the AIDS crisis in his film Delirious, confirming that he wasn’t “anti-gay”. As another twenty some years have passed since then, I am sure that he has evolved even further and in that spirit of hope and forgiveness, I post this column here.
Until the next time, SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!
The locker room never quite felt like a safe place as a gay kid. Of course, it definitely wasn’t a haven for my buddy Jim one day, but not for any reason having to do with queerness. We were in fourth grade and our metabolism burning was done for the afternoon, but good old Jim was still hot under the collar. We were changing back into our heavy winter sweaters and getting ready to head back to class when the subject of Santa came up. Jim insisted that he existed. He had met the elves and Claus’ effervescent wife at a holiday village somewhere and was convinced they all were the real deal. The others in my class thought this was ludicrous and a fiery debate ensued. Jim held his ground. The others held theirs while I, meanwhile, found my consciousness woken just a bit.
I had never given much thought to whether Santa existed or not. Ever the greedy minx, I was happy as long as there were presents under the tree. But this exchange opened a mental portal and when my mother did indeed inform me that Santa was a widely embraced fiction soon after this sweaty debate, I took it with a shrugging nonchalance. Hell, it made more sense that she and my dad would get me the soundtrack to New York, New York that year than some golly floating dude with a beard.
Others took that revelation with a sense of horror. My buddy Jared recently divulged that unexpected discovery blew his whole world apart. It opened a cavalcade of distress. For if there was no Santa then there was no floating reindeer or Easter Bunny or Tooth Fairy or leprechauns…in other words, no magic.
I contemplated this discussion often this holiday season. As I walked through department stores overwhelmed with displays of traditional character strewn red and white, it did seem like a somewhat unconscionable thing for parents to do…building up the big red one only to pull the rug out at some vaguely determined Logan’s Run style execution date. Of course, I reasoned there was the obvious theory that the joy found pre-betrayal outweighs the heartache experienced post. I even imagined that investing a child in the falsehood could be a preventative notion. Little Charlie or Diane or Aubrey is not going to be the one to let the entire second grade class know that their wintery dreams are an exorbitantly fluffy falsehood. Calls of outrage will not be made by angered colleagues with crying daughters and sons! It must be the easier choice, as well. Fighting the common tide is always the roughest way to go and seasonal advertisements rage with a domineering effectiveness the moment that Halloween ends every year.
As for myself, I can only think of positives. Learning Santa and his ilk were untruths probably opened up my mind to question many of the blanket statements provided by authority figures. It allowed me to doubt and explore issues of religion and politics. It gave me the tools to make up my own mind. I probably wouldn’t be the proud agnostic that I am today without that wintery invention being thrust on me for years. I like to imagine that it brought about a similar inquisitiveness for others like my friend Jared, as well. Coming out of the dark…emerging from the cobwebbed corners of the locker room – whatever that may signify to you – is always a bit traumatic, but is almost always a very, very good thing.
She stood up to Freddy in one of the favorite installments of the A Nightmare on Elm Streetseries. Nicely, this past fall The Dream Master’s eternally cool Tuesday Knight also stood up before a sold out crowd at The Davis Theatre in Chicago (for their annual 24 hour The Massacre) and regaled them with onset memories and more.
For those who weren’t able to make it, here is the Q and A that I was lucky enough to conduct with this talented actress and singer-songwriter. Be sure to look out for her next project, the highly anticipated The Bloody Man, as well.
Until the next time, SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!
If the legendary George Clinton wants to be your Dracula, how can you refuse? In the title track of his 1982 album Computer Games, named one of the 100 best albums of that decade by Slant Magazine, Clinton indeed makes that irresistibly toothy offer.